Ten years of blogging: 2012

This year featured my longest blogging dry spell in my ten years, and then my decision to come back to regular blogging. Having spent the time to go through all these posts, it’s fascinating to see how much blogging has changed over that time, but that’ll be for a post tomorrow.

For the first few months of the year, the blog’s represented by just three posts in January – an announcement about roadworks, a link to the hyperlocal Colchester Chronicle blog and a plug for my writing group.

And then in May, things sprung back into life, which may have been connected to this announcement about me taking a break from the council’s Cabinet.

In the worlds of ‘what if?’ history, I took a look at the nightmare world that might have occurred if Colchester had been moved into Suffolk in the 1970s. Well, not so much a nightmare, more a vaguely unsettling dream that probably featured even more Ipswich Town fans in Colchester.

In politics, I suggested improving customer service standards in the House of Commons, and improving turnout by attempting weekend voting. Meanwhile, politics in Gwynedd rested on a knife edge and philosophers mused over the question of an empty ballot box in Glasgow.

With my new freedom, I wrote a poem that was ripped from the headlines. At this rate, the next poem on the blog will be some time in May 2015.

Further recursion found me looking back at posts from my nine years of blogging, and I also started my regular posting of local planning applications, which is a series I have continued. Later, I gave some guidance on how planning matters work in Colchester.

I think there are humorous parallels between the politics of Westeros in A Song Of Ice And Fire and current British politics. However, the lack of interest in that post shows I may be alone in that.

The saga of accreditation at Lib Dem Conference continued. As ever, some people thought there were more important things to argue about, like campaigning for the sake of campaigning.

In Parliament, people were shouting at each other and wondering why politicians get no respect. This was not helped by the Prime Minister acting like an eight-year old and sulking until he got an apology. In related news, Lib Dem MPs took the brave decision to make no decision on Jeremy Hunt (and I got a prediction right, for once).

This post, wondering about whether the ‘national interest’ still required the coalition started off a chain of thought that would lead to a bigger post a few months later.

I also looked at the prospect for adopting a more liquid form of democracy in this country. No one has tried it, to date.

One theme of my writing in 2012 has been the problems with the way politics is conducted in the country. I wondered about why we let it all be treated like a big game (continued here) and why Lib Dems were too scared to frame discussions and thus let the Tories anchor them in their favour. But then if you want to understand modern British politics, this quote here sums it up perfectly.

In much more pleasant news, the Tour de France started, and I kicked off my daily posts about it. You can see them all on this tag, from the Prologue to Paris.

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